((Hopefully this will stay coherent. Mun is drinking. Whee!))Ratchet sits in his darkened quarters, having long since returned from his last Nexus trip. Wreck-Gar's run off to talk to Bulkhead about all the sculpture ideas he received from various Nexusites, thus leading the medic in peace for a while. Elbows resting on his knees, he stares at
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